, you'll turn around and I'll hear you say Chorus: Want you back, won't you come back Want you back, back in my arms tonight Well I'll try, and I'll try
Tradução: Tormenta. I Want You Back.
anyway, back to what I'm supposed to be Sayin' all over this beat, you know that we Gs You see all the crowns, you know that we kings, you notice the
to you what I'm facing, Placing my life in front of your eyes for your observation Now if you can't relate then maybe you are too complacent, Athletes
you don't know You tell me what you'd do If you were me, but you are you and I am I Lucky you, but this time I say: "No!" [Bridge] Pounding thoughts
things that you don't know. You tell me what you'd do if you were me but you are you and I am I Lucky you, but this time I say: "No!" Pounding thoughts
I want to scream I love you from the top of my lungs. But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me. I want to scream I love you from the top of my lungs
much, everything you touch turns to gold You make me better (you make me better) I'm fly as I can be, but when you're with me I can't help but notice,
Brooklyn I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas [Verse 1] Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub I carry
til the ?? or the law show up Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up Why cop?, I rob you, Ice your Roll up I pop bottles, Ain't no need
bricks could move, (you can say 20 a block) Many niggas'll ride (you could fill a football field) (How much money you got?) You think I signed a football
that twice Hate it or love it, I'm one blood nigga, it's my life And I can die if I want to, and mama you can cry if you want to Just tell my sons the
I turned around quickly and jumped in my car I was about to hit the switch then I thought like "nahh" So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit
record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr Im the franchize nigga
hop out and bust doors I ain't goin back to jail nigga that what I flush for My money or my glock who do I trust more? I don't know it's probably the
first album sent you life I should of put down the mic when Rakim left Dre No cleanup hitter so I was stranded on second base I had to steal third motherfucker
feel that, so kick back And scope what im sayin Picture me parlaying Im flippin bricks while you eatin pussy You chicken shit I fuck bitches on Natime I